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| Cyclops | Jun 23 2012, 09:06 PM Post #46 |
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"Just because there are suggestions on how to play doesn't mean I have to follow them," Lorna informed him in response to his explanation of how they'd ended up here. Which could be boiled down to a simple story, in Scott's opinion. She'd cheated. She'd forfeited her turn. It was Scott's turn. At any rate, though he himself had a terrible reputation for cheating when faced with the possibility of losing, Scott was a firm believer in the rules. When they suited him. Which they did right now. Besides, without rules, how could anyone know who'd won? Anyway, wasn't the purpose of this exercise to keep Scott calm? Wasn't intentionally provoking his competitiveness (admittedly never far from the surface) kind of flying in the face of that? Grinning and tossing the pool ball lightly up in the air, then catching it again, Lorna pretended to give the question careful consideration. "No, because then you're not stressing about the wedding, you're only stressing about a cue ball. Which is down a few levels from major wedding stress out, I'm pretty sure." "I'm not sure where the aneurysm itself comes from particularly matters," Scott replied dryly. Though she was right; mock-arguing with his pseudo-sister-in-law was several steps down from existential crises over marrying Jean. Probably more productive too, he had to admit, even if he remained unconvinced that all his worries were as baseless as Lorna and Alex seemed to think (or scream) that they were. He held out his hand for the cue ball. "C'mon, Dane. We both know how this is going to end." Shaking her head with a sigh, Lorna lifted an eyebrow Scott's way. "You cannot blast the bridesmaids the day before the wedding. Jean really would kill us both, then." He chuffed a laugh. "Yeah. I've been useless at the wedding planning, but even I know that the wedding party can't be replaced the day before." It was true, too. Scott hadn't even known where to begin with planning something like this. Jean at least had known in generally what had to happen, and the Professor had been far too happy to fill in the gaps. Mostly, Scott suspected, because Charles Xavier could not conceive of such an event occurring without his input. Still, given that otherwise it would've been Jean doing things without any male support, he supposed he should be grateful. The point of doing this had been to stop feeling like an idiot, hadn't it? "But," Scott managed to point out. "I think replacing the groom the day before might be just as difficult." "Relax Scott," [Lorna] told him as her grin softened into a smile. "A little mutant pool never hurt anybody." "That depends on if you use those powers over cue balls for good or for evil," he informed his brother's girlfriend. "I don't even want to know where you could bury these things if inspired." |
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| Polaris | Jun 24 2012, 10:03 PM Post #47 |
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Scott was seriously lacking in general appreciation for her attempts to redirect his stress. So, okay, maybe she was redirecting it into more stress, but hell, what did he expect? And it wasn't like he'd really explode over a stupid game of pool, right? Probably? Ok, yeah, dammit he just might. "I'm not sure where the aneurysm itself comes from particularly matters," Scott replied dryly and Lorna snorted skeptically. He was not going to have a damned aneurysm over pool. People didn't do that. Even Scott didn't do that. So forgive her for not buying into his claims of imminent head explosions, especially when he'd stolen her cue ball (which she'd stolen back) and her turn, and no was pseudo-threatening her. Thankfully,she was pretty sure Jean had rules about blasting members of the wedding party the day before the wedding. "Yeah. I've been useless at the wedding planning, but even I know that the wedding party can't be replaced the day before." That at least got something closer to a laugh out of him, and Lorna grinned. See, he had the major points down. It wasn't like anyone had actually expecting him to help plan the damned thing, for god's sake. They all knew better and his head probably really would have expected. "And...you somehow thought you wouldn't be useless at the planning?" the green haired woman asked, eying her uncertainly. Shit, she wouldn't let Alex with 1000 feet of planning a wedding, even if there was ever one to plan. Even if she could find him in whatever country he'd absconded to as soon as he heard his name in any kind of connection with planning a wedding. "But," Scott managed to point out. "I think replacing the groom the day before might be just as difficult." Lorna couldn't help but snort, and give him an amused look. Was he kidding? They had a whole house full of substitutes to pick from. "Do you really want me to answer that?" Lorna asked rhetorically and grinning just a little evilly. Not that Jean would consider it, but it was a hell of a lot easier to find a substitute brunette groom than a substitute green-haired bridesmaid. Still, he seriously needed to relax. It was just pool. Mutant pool, maybe, but still pool. Nobody was going to get hurt. Probably. "That depends on if you use those powers over cue balls for good or for evil," he informed his brother's girlfriend. "I don't even want to know where you could bury these things if inspired." Lorna snorted again, and grinned, eyebrows lifting. "Ask Alex, he can make you a list." Then she stepped over and made an attempt to turn him back toward the pool table by shoving at his shoulders. Which didn't work so well, but whatever. It was a plan. "Now go take your ill-gotten turn, before I decide to get creative anyway." |
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| Cyclops | Jun 24 2012, 10:20 PM Post #48 |
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"Do you really want me to answer that?" Lorna asked rhetorically and grinning just a little evilly, in response to Scott's logical observation that he, the groom, would be harder to replace than a bridesmaid. "Low blow, Dane," he grumbled. Not that he was really afraid that Jean would replace him day-of if he managed to get himself laid up or killed or something. She may not lack for suitors, but she apparently loved him enough to marry him, and Scott didn't imagine he ranked below wedding plans in the grand scheme of things. His pseudo-sister instructed him to relax. Yeah, right. Just "mutant pool" his ass. He suspected that Lorna was more than capable of using 'mutant' and 'ball' to do things that were potentially horrifying. He didn't even want to know where she was capable of burying that cue ball. Lorna snorted again, and grinned, eyebrows lifting. "Ask Alex, he can make you a list." Scott laughed a little. "Too much information, Dane. Way too much." She walked forward and shoved his shoulders a little, making his eyebrows go up. Yeah, right. Not that Lorna was in bad shape - none of them were, they couldn't afford to be - but Scott was definitely taller and heavier. "Now go take your ill-gotten turn, before I decide to get creative anyway." Rolling his eyes, Scott turned and did as she bade, lining up his shot. The shot from earlier was still there. Now he just had to hope that Lorna didn't get a cheating hair up her ass again. To distract her, he innocently asked, "So, you and Alex getting married next?" |
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| Polaris | Jun 25 2012, 04:17 PM Post #49 |
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Oh, please, Scott could grumble about low blows all he wanted, he'd started it. All's fair in love, war, de-stressing, and impromptu mutant pool. Lorna was positive that was a rule. Possibly one she'd just made up on the spot, but Scott didn't have to know that. It also was not her damned fault he'd started the whole 'In what uncomfortable places can Lorna introduce a pool ball to your person' conversation. All she did was explain to him where he could find a handy reference for the information. Which was, coincidentally enough, his little brother. Not that she actually made a habit of attacking Alex with pool balls. Usually. "Too much information, Dane. Way too much." Scott laughed and Lorna rolled her eyes. Ask a silly question... "You started it," she pointed out, just before trying to bodily turn him around by the shoulders to go take his ill-gotten shot, which he should feel really damned guilty about, but didn't seem to at all. He also seemed to have gained fucking weight recently, given how little her attempts to move his anxiety-filled ass was actually resulting in any real moving. Finally he moved on his own, and Lorna crossed her arms, trying to stare him into missing. It wasn't part of her power set, but what the hell. That's what spontaneous secondary mutations were for. "So, you and Alex getting married next?" Green eyebrows made for the top of her head. That was a damned dirty trick, and he was accusing her of cheating? "Y'know, I told Alex the first person to ask me that question was getting a Buick wrapped around their head." Lorna grinned wickedly. "I'll even let you pick the model and color, if you want." Ok, so she wouldn't really do it, but he didn't have to know that, either. |
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| Cyclops | Jun 25 2012, 06:26 PM Post #50 |
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Scott had lined up his shot perfectly, and a flick of his wrist and click of the cue sent two balls spinning towards their respective pockets. Yeah, the shot was good. Or it would be if Lorna didn't use her magnetism to cheat the hell out of it. He figured he should distract her. "So, you and Alex getting married next?" He asked innocently. That ought to keep her occupied long enough to prevent mutant-level cheating. Scott grinned and stood as both balls found their marks, and turned to see what damage he'd wrought. "Y'know, I told Alex the first person to ask me that question was getting a Buick wrapped around their head." Lorna grinned wickedly. "I'll even let you pick the model and color, if you want." He rolled his eyes behind his shades, and turned to scout his next shot. The fourteen ball called to him, and Scott sat on the ledge, cue behind his back, to get the angle he wanted. And maybe just to be a jackass. But hey, Lorna had wanted him to relax, right? A couple clicks, and the ball went spinning towards a corner pocket. "First, Jean would kill you," he pointed out calmly. "Second, if you're killing people with Buicks your assassinations leave something to be desired, in terms of taste." Then Scott let himself smirk. "Besides, if your pool game is any indication of your aim, I'd probably be in more danger if you weren't aiming for my head." |
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| Polaris | Jun 26 2012, 02:09 PM Post #51 |
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Sigh. The piercing stare, it did nothing. Lorna made a face as Scott sank two more balls, barely resisting the urge to grab them in magnetic bubbles and shoot them back onto the table again. He was so cheating. By being...good at the game... Ok, so maybe not cheating, but definitely trying to distract her in devious, Scott-type ways. Like bringing up the question. The one she'd promised Alex was going to involve assault by sedan to the first person that asked it. And, of course, they were going to ask. It was practically an automatic damned reflex to ask that question to any two people at a wedding who even remotely resembled a couple. All that got her was Scott sinking yet another ball, and Lorna intensified her faux-glare, in hopes that intensity alone would somehow destroy all his damned pool related skills. "First, Jean would kill you," he pointed out calmly. "Second, if you're killing people with Buicks your assassinations leave something to be desired, in terms of taste." Lorna rolled her eyes, again, and arched an eyebrow. "So, what? You'd rather have a Porsche, Saab, bass boat? Name your large metal object, Summers." She wouldn't really. Probably. Though Jean couldn't kill her if she assaulted him with a few dozen Matchbox cars, right? "Besides, if your pool game is any indication of your aim, I'd probably be in more danger if you weren't aiming for my head." The green-haired woman snorted, then stuck her tongue out at him. "You suck, Summers." "And you're still stealing my turn, y'know." Which bore pointing out, again, before she chuckled, going back to the topic that started all this "Besides, I think if anybody mentions marriage to Alex right now, he'll probably move to Mars." |
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| Cyclops | Jun 26 2012, 09:38 PM Post #52 |
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Lorna rolled her eyes, again, and arched an eyebrow. "So, what? You'd rather have a Porsche, Saab, bass boat? Name your large metal object, Summers." Scott pretended to think about Lorna's offer as he began figuring out how to sink the eight-ball. He'd have to bank the cue ball off the walls; there was no real question about that. It would undoubtedly look like he was showing off, but Scott really didn't care. Or, if he did, it was caring in a good way. "If I can pick my death metal, I'd prefer an Aurora class plane," he offered. Not that he had all that much to worry about. "Besides, if your pool game is any indication of your aim, I'd probably be in more danger if you weren't aiming for my head." The green-haired woman snorted, then stuck her tongue out at him. "You suck, Summers." Scott ignored his semi-sister-in-law in favor of continuing to move around the table, so as to better scout his next shot. All he had left was the eight ball, and he didn't want to fuck it up. And yeah, it was unlikely that it would, but sometimes even Cool Hand Summers missed a shot by accident. Sometimes. "And you're still stealing my turn, y'know." [Lorna pointed out], again, before she chuckled, going back to the topic that started all this "Besides, I think if anybody mentions marriage to Alex right now, he'll probably move to Mars." "Are you hoping that will dissuade me?" Scott pondered aloud, as he finished his circuit around the table. He eyed the ball, and calculated the angles, speed, trajectory. He wasn't going to be the country's champion at pool or anything any times soon, but still. Scott knew he was damn good. "Eight ball," he told his green-haired almost-sibling. "Corner pocket." Scott flicked his wrist, and the cue ball clicked against one of the solids, knocking the ball against three different walls, eventually leading the chain reaction to send the eight ball spinning towards the aforementioned corner pocket. And missing. Fuck, the force had been too much. He'd somehow hit the cue to hard. "Motherfucker," he swore beneath his breath. Missing on purpose was one thing. Missing by accident was another entirely. |
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| Polaris | Jun 27 2012, 06:58 PM Post #53 |
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"Duly noted," Lorna deadpanned, making a mental note that Scott preferred his smiting to be via some obscure (at least to her) sort of aircraft. Alex would probably know, he could help her pick it out. Provided, that was, his brother (who was being way too damned smug about the smiting she was taking in this pool game) didn't make him up and skip the planet by suggesting another wedding he'd have to do something in besides stand up and give a (poignant-as-fuck) speech. At this point, and after the blow up of a short while ago, she was fairly sure the blondest Summers was in almost as much wedding overload as his brother, the aspiring human vibrator. Ok...that sounded really wrong. Really, really wrong. "Are you hoping that will dissuade me?" Scott pondered aloud and Lorna snorted. Admittedly, it probably wouldn't, but... "well, no, but then you'd end up with Bobby as your best man. I can imagine that speech already." Along with the half dozen people either trying to drag him away from the table bodily or outright punch him in the face. Including possibly Scott and Jean. They could, she supposed, just call it part of the entertainment. "Eight ball," he told his green-haired almost-sibling. "Corner pocket." Lorna gave the Dane piercing stare another try and...holy shit, it worked! "Yes! Ha!" she exclaimed, in counterpoint to Scott's muttered, "Motherfucker," which told her he definitely hadn't done that on purpose. And she definitely hadn't had anything to do with it this time, so that made it all even better. "That one was not may fault," Lorna pointed out with a smug grin. "Now give over, Summers. Even by your rules it's my turn." Going over, she gave him a gentle bump to emphasize the point, giving the table and ball positions the once over. Hell, even she might be able to make something this time. |
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| Cyclops | Jun 27 2012, 09:40 PM Post #54 |
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"Yes! Ha!" Lorna exclaimed, in counterpoint to Scott's muttered, "Motherfucker[.]" He couldn't fucking believe he'd missed. How had he missed? How had he overshot that one? Scott figured he was even more anxious about the wedding that he'd realized if he was miscalculating trajectories. Shit, at this rate he'd forget to keep breathing next. "That one was not may fault," Lorna pointed out with a smug grin. "Now give over, Summers. Even by your rules it's my turn." Scott rolled his eyes and moved away from the table. Her turn or not, he would be greatly surprised if she picked up the rest of her suit before he got another shot. And next time he would get that fuckshit of an eight ball. "It won't be your turn forever, Dane." He informed her. "And I will sink that piece of crap at the next opportunity." He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against one of the basement stools. Well, if Lorna's goal had been to keep him from overthinking his wedding, she was at least mostly successful. Scott's infamously intense one-track mind was now focused primarily on the game - though it could easily switch back once they'd finished. Which was bound to be soon, unless Lorna suddenly learned what aim was. And then, once the game was over, he could go back to...attempting to hope that nothing else went wrong before tomorrow. And distracting himself without the DR, the gym, or Jean. |
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| Polaris | Jun 28 2012, 02:23 PM Post #55 |
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The great Minnesota Cyclops. Missed a shot. Lorna tried very, very hard not to cackle gleefully. Mostly she entirely damned failed. He couldn't even blame her this time, which made it even better. Maybe there was something to that piercing stare after all. And now, even by his own inflexible, Scott-like rules, it was definitely her turn. She might even manage to get one in a pocket this time, possibly even without cheating. "It won't be your turn forever, Dane." He informed her. "And I will sink that piece of crap at the next opportunity." The green haired woman let out a skeptical snort and grinned over at her almost-brother-in-law. "Says the guy who just missed," she shot back, totally ignoring the fact that she actually did suck at pool, even with cheating. She was entitled to her damned delusions for the moment. Scott didn't miss often enough for her to pass up the opportunity. And she was even pretty sure he hadn't missed on purpose this time. Though he must really be needing something to do if he was doing that in the first place. Ignoring Scott standing over there, looking at her, Lorna circled the table, trying to study the configuration of balls and...maybe develop the understanding of what the hell she needed to do to them to make them go where she wanted. Without powers, because he might really decide to open fire at some point and Jean really would be pissed. At both of them. Hmm...ok. Let's see. Deciding on what she thought was the best course of action, Lorna bent over, sited down the cue, hit the cue ball and... Wow, actually got one of the damned things to go in on it's own. Yes! Grinning over at Scott, she threw out, "Now, what were you saying about my turn not being forever?" Yeah, big talk, Dane. Now she had to actually get something else to go somewhere out of sheer luck. Yeaaaaah. Circling the table again, face screwed up in concentration, she picked another one, took the shot, and barely caught the damned cue ball in a magnetic bubble as it went sailing off the table and almost into the wall. "Ummm..." Lorna glanced over at Scott uncertainly, cue ball still floating in the air. "That means I get a do-over, right?" Fucking uncooperative game. |
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| Cyclops | Jun 28 2012, 08:47 PM Post #56 |
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"Says the guy who just missed," [Lorna] shot back, totally ignoring the fact that she actually did suck at pool, even with cheating. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Scott couldn't believe he'd missed either. Where the hell was his head today? Okay, stupid question. He shook his head a little as he leaned back against one of the stools, arms crossed over his chest. Marrying Jean was going to be the best thing in his life, if he managed not to fuck it up and live long enough to actually get through the wedding. While Scott watched, Lorna somehow managed to accidentally fumble her way into sinking a ball. Almost unthinkingly, he glanced up to make sure some sort of apocalypse wasn't happening. Grinning over at Scott, she threw out, "Now, what were you saying about my turn not being forever?" "The odds of a miracle, while infinitesimally small, are not exactly zero," he responded. "You got lucky. Repeat this miraculous feat, and then we'll talk." About how she was a skrull, he added mentally. Scott liked Lorna immensely, but it was pretty common knowledge that pool wasn't her game. But hey, if she wanted to talk big before she fell...well, the entertainment might keep his mind occupied a little longer. Circling the table again, face screwed up in concentration, she picked another one, took the shot, and barely caught the damned cue ball in a magnetic bubble as it went sailing off the table and almost into the wall. Scott snickered. "Oh, how the mighty have fallen," he teased. "Ummm..." Lorna glanced over at Scott uncertainly, cue ball still floating in the air. "That means I get a do-over, right?" He shook his head a little, sighing. "Whoever taught you to play pool needs to reconsider his day job," he informed her. Scott made his way over to where the cue ball was floating, and held his hand under it. "Shooting the ball of the table is a foul, Dane. You lose the turn." He let himself grin. "And probably the match. It happens." Well, if she gave him the cue ball and didn't mess with his shot, that was. |
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| Polaris | Jun 29 2012, 10:05 AM Post #57 |
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Houston, they had a problem. Or she had a problem, Lorna decided, giving Scott a somewhat considering look as she managed to keep the cue ball from making a new and not so decorative dent in the wall. Despite his cracks about her first successful shot being closer to a miracle than skill, she had managed it, dammit. And she would've made the second one, if the cue ball hadn't decided to make a run for it. "Oh, how the mighty have fallen," he teased with a snicker of amusement that had her narrowing her eyes and contemplating bouncing the currently trapped cue ball in question off his head a time or two. Just a little. There was still that whole 'Jean will kill me if I bruise him before the wedding' issue, though, so the green haired woman tabled that idea for the moment. But she was keeping it in reserve, just in case. Because if Scott kept insisting they play by the damned rules, she might have to bring it out as a backup plan. This was, obviously, a case for do-over. "Whoever taught you to play pool needs to reconsider his day job," he informed her and Lorna's eyebrows went up, about to point out that would have been, in fact, mostly his recently flipped out brother. And Bobby. Neither of which, it dawned on her, was probably interested in actual pool at the time, and she hadn't really been either, so Lorna decided maybe not bringing that up just now would be best, and sure as hell wouldn't help her case much. But she still had the cue ball, and possession was nine tenths of the law, even in pool. "Shooting the ball of the table is a foul, Dane. You lose the turn." Lorna glanced down at his hand, then back up at Scott, brow still making it's way toward her head. He did know her, right? Did he seriously think she was going to give in that easily? Especially after he'd already stolen her damned turn before. "And probably the match. It happens." That grin was way too damned smug. It was so on. "But I have the ball," she pointed out helpfully, corners of her lips twitchin up in a grin of her own and glancing down at his hand before drawing the floating ball back toward her a little. "And Lorna's rules say that she who has the ball still has her turn." Seriously, he couldn't possibly think it'd be that easy. He'd known her for years. |
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| Cyclops | Jun 29 2012, 04:57 PM Post #58 |
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His unofficial sister-in-law look at him skeptically as Scott held out his hand for the cue ball. What? It was his turn, she'd been the one that'd cannonballed the thing off the table. And, unlike Lorna, he couldn't even cheat to cause such an event. Oh no, that had been pure, natural talent on Lorna's part. "But I have the ball," she pointed out helpfully, corners of her lips twitchin up in a grin of her own and glancing down at his hand before drawing the floating ball back toward her a little. "That's nice," Scott said insincerely, taking a small step forward after the floating cue ball. This wasn't maritime salvage or some shit, it was pool. So that she had the ball didn't really matter. No finders-keepers in pool. Well, not for anyone up against Slim Summers, anyway. "And Lorna's rules say that she who has the ball still has her turn." The purported writer of the rules informed him. Scott couldn't help his eyeroll. Lorna's rules? Sure. "Did you not have a childhood?" he asked. "You're punishing me for your deprivation by behaving like a an eight year-old now?" He reached for the cue ball. He wanted to finish up the game, that way he could....well, he had no idea - fuck, he was getting married tomorrow - but still. Now that victory was in sight, Scott wanted it. |
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| Polaris | Jun 30 2012, 01:01 PM Post #59 |
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Possession was 9/10ths of the law. Really. Ask any ten year old, and they'd tell you the same thing. Though Lorna refrained from actually saying that, knowing damned well what sort of smart-ass answer that would get her from her rule-obsessed, pseudo-brother-in-law. Still, that did not change the fact that she had the ball. "That's nice," Scott said insincerely, taking a step forward in pursuit of the cue ball as she drew it back toward her a little. The green haired woman rolled her eyes, again. He was going to have to do a lot better than that, if he expected her to just give it up, he could follow it around all he wanted. Wouldn't make any difference, and she'd generally stopped being intimidated by him back about the time she was able to vote. And, again, she still had the cue ball, which had not officially touched the wall or the floor or anything else, since it left the table. So no foul, right? Which quite obviously meant it was still her damned turn, no matter what Scott thought. Thus said the Rules of Lorna. "Did you not have a childhood?" he asked. "You're punishing me for your deprivation by behaving like a an eight year-old now?" The green haired woman narrowed her eyes at him, mostly non-seriously. "You know, you need a lot of help if these are your best negotiation skills," she pointed out, corner of her mouth tipping up in the beginnings of a grin. Again, she tugged the floating cue ball just out of his reach. She was pretty sure she could throw up a shield in time if he decided to blast her into the wall, her reflexes were pretty damned good, pool games not withstanding. "I'm also not the one following a floating cue ball around," the green haired woman couldn't resist adding, just for the 8 year old remark alone. They weren't going to even discuss her childhood in the land of corn and very, very flat places. "Now, what's in it for me if I give it back," Lorna asked, arching an eyebrow in interested query. Which just might get her chased around the room, dodging optic blasts and flinging pool balls as a means of protection, wedding be damned. But it'd be worth it to see what he could come up with. |
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| Cyclops | Jun 30 2012, 06:20 PM Post #60 |
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"You know, you need a lot of help if these are your best negotiation skills," she pointed out, corner of her mouth tipping up in the beginnings of a grin. Again, she tugged the floating cue ball just out of his reach. "My negotiation skills?" Scott shot back. "You're the one bullying me." He took another step towards the cue ball as she dragged it further. He had the sneaking suspicion that she was dragging him around like that on purpose. Like a red cape in front of a bull or something. "Besides," he added. "I didn't expect to have to negotiate. It's a game. It has rules. Real ones, even." "I'm also not the one following a floating cue ball around," the green haired woman couldn't resist adding, just for the 8 year old remark alone. He managed to avoid regressing to his on-base childhood and sticking his tongue out at her. Barely. Instead he settled for rolling his eyes, which unfortunately his sister-cum-adversary would be unable to see. "Now, what's in it for me if I give it back," Lorna asked, arching an eyebrow in interested query. Scott crossed his arms over his chest and gave his sister-in-law a feigned look of consideration. As though sizing her up. As though this were anything other than a foregone conclusion. "You avoid my telling Jean that you intentionally stressed me out today?" He offered, voice innocent. |
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